Lu Hongze glanced at Xie Anjin, and sure enough, Xie Anjin spoke up: "Auntie, taking unfinished food to-go is a practice of thrift and traditional virtue. How does that make me a bumpkin?"
"Isn't it because you've never had something this nice before?" Qi Wan looked haughty, "Look at you, all inexperienced in the world!"
Xie Anjin said, "Auntie, is it polite to talk about people like this right to their face?"
"If not to your face, then should I gossip behind your back?"
"Auntie, since you put it that way, let me say this." Xie Anjin tilted her head, "Auntie, your powder is caked, your double eyelid tape isn't applied well, your eyelashes look like fly legs, oh, are you wearing hair extensions? Didn't expect you to start worrying about baldness at such a young age..."
"Shut up!" Qi Wan was enraged and embarrassed, "You're the one who's bald! You little brat, who are you talking about!"
